A silly thing

This was not written for anyone in particular, just generally inspired by people (Druids and not-Druids alike) who become focused on Being Important and lose sight of actually being right, or useful, or anything else worth having. The lure of fame, celebrity and importance can blind us to what is of real value, and in our celebrity obsessed culture, a bit of taking the piss may be good for the soul.

And yes, I probably do spend too much time listening to the moe commercially driven end of contemporary music, but in my defence, I have a child, and a curious addiction to the radio 1 chart show (although I miss the top ten each week to switch over for Genevieve Tudor’s most excellent folk program…) I appear to have digressed…

Hardcore Archdruid Style

Got my archdruid on

Looking big and shiny

Got to polish it hard

Feelin’ pedantic and whiney.

Dust off my ego, shake out the robe

Declare myself Chief Druid of the globe.

Got my archdruid on.

No use complaining, my moon ain’t waining,

I’m jamming and slamming and

Nobody say hamming

Not a whiff of Shatner here.

No lingering smell of cheese.

I’m holier by far than thou

That’s enlightenment you’re smelling now.

Pimp my funky awen, yeah

(I’m exceedingly gangsta and down with the kids in my hood,

I mention this in case you are too middle aged

To automatically appreciate how badassed and street I am.)

And also I should like you to know

That you are wrong about everything.

(I’m increasingly attracted by the potential of really bad poetry. I think bad poetry slams could be pant-wettingly funny, highly creative, and well worth exploring. Anyone fancy a go?)